think of laura
but don't cry...
the starting point i would recommend would be to time travel back to the early '90s, turn on the local college radio station, and hear a song in the middle of a long set that starts out with a little girl singing "sugar in the morning..." and then a band takes over and slowly revs from 0-60 in a matter of measures and when the chorus hits they're hollering "spit out the jams!" and then all of a sudden the singer decides he wants to go fishing and the track goes spiraling into chaos. you need to know what this song is called, and who this band is, and so you listen to the end of the set hoping the DJ will back announce. he does, and if you hear correctly it is a song called "The Queen of the Table Waters" by The Grifters. you proceed directly to the record store and purchase the 7" record and play it again and again, amazed that it doesn't destroy your needle. you then head back to the record store and buy whatever else they have. you'll need to adjust your ears to hear the force and the majesty of the music through the four-track limitations, but you'll be amazed by the flashes of brilliance on So Happy Together, and get the sense from One Sock Missing that this band must be an amazing live unit. Crappin' You Negative will crack open your skull and make you realize the universe is truly contained in the folds of your brain. you'll start obsessively searching for their various 7" records on assorted labels. you'll make mix tapes, and try to turn on your friends and complete strangers, and they will mostly look at you as if you're deranged. the Eureka e.p. will astound you, compressing more melodic & rhythmic & lyrical ideas into one e.p. than you ever thought possible. you'll go see them play, and realize the recorded versions are only templates from which the band builds upon. you'll be so excited to hear Ain't My Lookout when it gets released that you'll listen to it several times before even unfolding the insert to see the photo collage of the boys inside easley recording as they recorded the songs. you'll listen to it through headphones, and swear you feel high when you're sober. you'll feel a little let down by Full Blown Possession, perhaps, but you'll realize the true test of the songs will be in their live incarnations. you'll see them again and again, and eventually see them play with a large hairy canadian dancing beside the stage with a stage light held high above his head. you will come to love this large hairy canadian. you will look forward to what comes next for the grifters, and then when nothing much happens you'll find yourself whiling away your time on the web with other believers who await the resurrection of the grifters.
of course you'll need a time machine for all of this, and i think mine is broken. they sell time machines on the roadsides of florida, don't they?